Piano (before I left)

As the keys strike downward
The hammers inside pound
Strings Vibrating
Through a delicately tuned
And intricately designed instrument
That sends waves of sound
To an audience of listeners
Staring in awe and silence
As the melody picks up
Imagining the years
Of practicing the keystrokes
Studying the hidden language
Of numerology known as music
And the power
To be able to take out emotion
In its rawest form
Into a device made to accept
And understand the message
So much more powerful than a pen
Where after time passes
The words slip away
Nothing but filled in gaps
Laid onto paper
That may or may not make sense
The next day
Much less a week or year